The blazing sun seemed to scorch the sky, and the space at its very center was visibly collapsing!
"HSSSK!"
Wang Ping could only watch for a couple of seconds before an unbearable burning sensation seared his eyes. Still, he stubbornly kept his gaze fixed on the sky, squinting until his eyes were just a narrow slit.
"Great Realm Cultivators are fighting!"
Yu Lian's voice was tinged with fear. As soon as she spoke, she flew down, shrank to a foot long, and burrowed into Wang Ping's sleeve, leaving only her small head peeking out.
"RUMBLE!"
A sound like thunder, yet also like war drums, echoed in Wang Ping's ears, making his heart leap. An irrepressible tremor ran through him.
On the horizon, countless pale orbs rose from the ground, slamming into the coalesced flames. Each impact seemed to strike the very barrier of space, causing it to ripple like the surface of water. The bombarded flames fractured in a bizarre manner, breaking apart with the distorted space.
